There was static on his screen. Suddenly, it came to life. He saw a cold, yet smiling face.

“Subject 456. Prepare to be cleansed.”

“Cleansed? BASTARD… I have a name!”

He laughed. “If you do not cooperate, you will be shot like a dog.”

That’s when it dawned on me – I had nowhere to go.

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https://55wordtreats.wordpress.com/2012/10/10/sand/#commentsWed, 10 Oct 2012 05:27:50 +0000http://55wordtreats.wordpress.com/?p=321Continue reading →]]>He gasped for breath beneath the sea. With the water pricking his eyes, he could barely keep them open. He flapped his hands hard, but he was drawn further into the sea. Strangely, the water was hot.

He opened his eyes.

No water. But he was sinking.

The Kalahari consumed his senses. And his body.

Is it? Is it not?

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https://55wordtreats.wordpress.com/2012/08/05/hope/#respondSun, 05 Aug 2012 16:04:33 +0000http://55wordtreats.wordpress.com/?p=318Continue reading →]]>Sweat poured in buckets, down his forehead. It was as if someone held a shotgun to his forehead.

The pressure! What would the press say? How will he handle the questions?

“THIRTY-FORTY!” the umpire bellowed. His opponent was on match point. If he lost, then never again…